Three wheels on my
wagon,
And I’m still rolling along
The Cherokees are chasing me
Arrows fly, right on by
But I’m singing a happy song
And I’m still rolling along
The Cherokees are chasing me
Arrows fly, right on by
But I’m singing a happy song
I’m afraid that you join me at a time of great personal sadness,
if not outright mourning. This week has seen a parting of the ways, you see. A loss
which has truly knocked me off balance. A dear friend, a staunch ally, a constant
support that has helped carry me through the upheavals of the last year, and
has been a welcome note of constancy in the journey along life’s road is, tragically,
no longer with us.
I am of course talking about my wobbly wheel.
Yes, after a long period of increasing wonkiness, the front
left wheel of my wheelchair unceremoniously decided to, what I can only
describe as… fall off.
There are no other words to describe it really. There I was,
popping a small wheelie in order to clear the jamb of our conservatory door when
‘Lefty’ gave up the ghost and decided it was much happier staying on the ground.
Of course the audible clunk of its sudden demise gave me a less than subtle hint
that all was not well. The sudden lurch to the left upon getting what should
have been all four wheels back on the ground only served to confirm these suspicions.
All of this was on Friday evening (just before I absolutely
epically failed in the task of picking up my step-daughter from the train station…
But that’s another story.) And since
then I have been the proverbial lame duck.
Going from four wheels to three is of course destabilising in the
extreme and I’m having to be particularly careful how I shift my weight. Surprisingly,
if I can keep my centre of gravity fairly, uh, central, or even push it slightly
to the right then my progress is actually pretty smooth. I’d even go so far as
to say that the chair is easier to push with three wheels rather than with the
addition of the increasingly eccentric fourth.
It’s not all plain sailing however. I’ve found (to my cost.)
that shifting my weight to the left causes the front of the char to dip wildly
in the same direction, pitching me forward as it does. I’ve not actually hit
the ground as yet but give it time and I reckon I can manage some pretty spectacular
unhorsings (Does You’ve Been Framed
still offer £250 by the way?)
That was until he worked out that the forks each wheel sits
in that he’d been supplied with were too narrow for the wheels he had.
Undeterred, our intrepid mechanic informed me that he would ‘do a bodge job’
that would last me until they got the right bits from the supplier. This was
Thursday morning.
Admittedly, for the 24 or so hours that the wheel remained
attached, my mobility was much improved but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t
looking for the temporary repair to be just a tiny little bit less temporary
than that. Of course Wheelchair services is a Monday to Friday service because
wheelchairs never break at the weekend and even if they did, it’s not like
wheelchair users go anywhere or do anything on Saturdays or Sundays. Oh, and let’s not forget that it’s Bank
Holiday on Monday (UK). Yeah that won’t be inconvenient in the slightest.
Sorry did I get a tad ranty then? I do apologise. The good news, is that I’m managing remarkably
well as a tricycle and can hopefully get this sorted before I’m due to go to Work on Wednesday (Yay! Four day
weekend!) If not I may need to look into rental. Wonder if I could get
Wheelchair services to foot the bill… Yeah I doubt it too.
Until next time…
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